This is a bit of a depressing yet EXTREMELY informative chapter. Plus, I
love L/J fanfic, so they will be coming back to life eventually. Thanks to
everybody who has reviewed my stories; I know I've driven everybody crazy
with my horrible updating. I'm SOOOOOOOOO sorry - please forgive me? I
promise to write a lot more; especially since I'm doing this year of
schooling at home. ;) Enjoy!!!
Chapter 6
"So. Buffy."
"Angel."
The pair were sitting in Buffy's quarters, sipping tea. The darkened room was illuminated by the flickering light of the warm, orange fire. Both felt a bit uncomfortable, of course. The last time they had been together was their meeting after Angel had discovered Buffy was alive again. Yet Buffy still felt their connection, beating strong as ever.
"You're teaching."
Buffy grimaced, then smirked as she set down her cup of English Breakfast. "Scary, isn't it."
Angel nodded furtively with a hint of a smile. "Buffy...?"
Buffy glanced up into his dark, soulful eyes.
"I'm glad you're here."
Buffy's insides warmed, her skin flushing. He could still do that to her, she marveled.
"Thank you," she said softly. "I'm glad you're here, too."
They sat in silence once more; but the air of uncomfort was gone from the room.
"So..." Buffy breathed in abruptly. "Any idea why we're here, exactly? Willow couldn't deduct anything except that that maybe that guy, Vilda - "
"Voldemort. Yes. He's rising, quickly. When Dumbledore called, I was rather surprised. His recalling the order -"
"Order?" Buffy questioned.
Angel searched her gaze, then looked at his hands and took a deep breath. "Yes. The Order of the Phoenix. A group of light siders, fighting against Voldemort and all he stood for. I am an older member of the Order. Dumbledore met me in 1904, we hit it off, so we stayed in touch. Once Tom Riddle became Lord Voldemort, around 1958, he requested my presence in the Order of the Phoenix."
Buffy nodded solemnly. "Angel - who are the others in the Order?"
"Well, there's Dumbledore himself, of course. Alastor Moody. Sirius Black. Remus Lupin. Frank Longbottom. Ann Longbottom. They were married," he explained. "Arabella Figg. Minerva McGonagall. Mundungus Fletcher. Severus Snape, later. and," his voice faltered, "James and Lily Potter."
"Harry's parents."
"Yes."
Buffy stared at him, noticing his eyes glistening. "Angel... did you know them well...?"
He fixed his gaze on her, unblinking. "James and Lils were wonderful friends. Didn't care that I was a vampire. Remus is a werewolf, like Oz was, you know. Same situation. I," he paused, "I went to their wedding. I went to the housewarming party, right after they moved into Godric's Hollow after Lily had Harry. And I just can't help feeling the guilt about their deaths, about Sirius, I -"
Buffy was next to him suddenly. She took his hand. Angel stared down, blinking away his grief, wondering how her small hand fit in his larger one so perfectly. Hands both so deceivingly powerful.
"Angel," Buffy spoke softly, "James and Lily's deaths, and Sirius' imprisonment, weren't your fault."
He looked up suddenly, eyes hardened with anguish. "Weren't they? Buffy, I'm a vampire. Remus and I were suspected to be the traitors because we were dark creatures. They kept us in the dark, even though they loved us. Just in case." His gaze pierced her heart, which broke for his pain. "They called me to babysit Harry sometimes. They trusted me with their son, their joy. But they couldn't be sure of trusting me with their lives. So they chose that little rat, Peter. I didn't know that at the time. It was still assumed that Sirius was the Secret Keeper; the logical choice. Sirius, Remus and I heard the news together; we were at Remus' flat. The WWN radio came on with an emergency alert. We were devastated. Sirius was the only one who could go. It had been a full moon that night, and we got the news just before sunset," he explained quickly. "So Sirius got on his motorbike and went to Godric's Hollow. Hagrid told me the next day that he was a mess; shaking, he was. I knew when Hagrid had Sirius' motorbike, he had dissappeared for a few days. Remus and I figured he had to grieve, so we let him go. The next we heard of him a few days later - he was facing Azkaban." His face was shining with silent tears.
Buffy tentatively pulled him into a hug. He clung to her. Both realized that they missed this desperately. And they also realized that they didn't want to miss out on it anymore.
As Buffy's and Angel's lips softly pressed against each others, all rational thought left their minds. All they knew was each other... and that was all they needed.
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Hermione sucked in a breath as she stared, captivated, by Draco's silvery eyes.
"Sorry," she murmered. As she bent to gather her fallen books from the floor, she was completely surprised when he bent first, "Here, let me help."
They both ended up reaching for her Arithmancy book; and a spark of electricity that they recognized from on the train ran through them both as their hands touched. He straightened, handing her books to her.
"Thank you... Draco."
She turned and began to walk down a corridor.
"Hey," Draco called. She turned around to see him staring at her with an amused expression alight on his face.
"Where ever are you going in such a hurry?"
Hermione's smile was mysterious.
"I don't suppose you'll ever know.
Unless of course, you follow me."
With that she turned and proceeded down the hall, hips swinging.
Draco swore. He tried waited a moment, then gave in.
He ran to catch up with her.
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i__i__i__i__ i (__i__i__i__i_ ) I I I___________I
Happy Birthday
Buffy Anne Summers
Just for future clarification:
Buffy - DADA Spike - DADA Willow - Potions Tara - Transfiguration Xander - Care of Magical Creatures Anya - History of Magic
Cordelia - Divination Angel - DADA Fred - Arithmancy Gunn - Muggle Studies Wesley - Astronomy
Chapter 6
"So. Buffy."
"Angel."
The pair were sitting in Buffy's quarters, sipping tea. The darkened room was illuminated by the flickering light of the warm, orange fire. Both felt a bit uncomfortable, of course. The last time they had been together was their meeting after Angel had discovered Buffy was alive again. Yet Buffy still felt their connection, beating strong as ever.
"You're teaching."
Buffy grimaced, then smirked as she set down her cup of English Breakfast. "Scary, isn't it."
Angel nodded furtively with a hint of a smile. "Buffy...?"
Buffy glanced up into his dark, soulful eyes.
"I'm glad you're here."
Buffy's insides warmed, her skin flushing. He could still do that to her, she marveled.
"Thank you," she said softly. "I'm glad you're here, too."
They sat in silence once more; but the air of uncomfort was gone from the room.
"So..." Buffy breathed in abruptly. "Any idea why we're here, exactly? Willow couldn't deduct anything except that that maybe that guy, Vilda - "
"Voldemort. Yes. He's rising, quickly. When Dumbledore called, I was rather surprised. His recalling the order -"
"Order?" Buffy questioned.
Angel searched her gaze, then looked at his hands and took a deep breath. "Yes. The Order of the Phoenix. A group of light siders, fighting against Voldemort and all he stood for. I am an older member of the Order. Dumbledore met me in 1904, we hit it off, so we stayed in touch. Once Tom Riddle became Lord Voldemort, around 1958, he requested my presence in the Order of the Phoenix."
Buffy nodded solemnly. "Angel - who are the others in the Order?"
"Well, there's Dumbledore himself, of course. Alastor Moody. Sirius Black. Remus Lupin. Frank Longbottom. Ann Longbottom. They were married," he explained. "Arabella Figg. Minerva McGonagall. Mundungus Fletcher. Severus Snape, later. and," his voice faltered, "James and Lily Potter."
"Harry's parents."
"Yes."
Buffy stared at him, noticing his eyes glistening. "Angel... did you know them well...?"
He fixed his gaze on her, unblinking. "James and Lils were wonderful friends. Didn't care that I was a vampire. Remus is a werewolf, like Oz was, you know. Same situation. I," he paused, "I went to their wedding. I went to the housewarming party, right after they moved into Godric's Hollow after Lily had Harry. And I just can't help feeling the guilt about their deaths, about Sirius, I -"
Buffy was next to him suddenly. She took his hand. Angel stared down, blinking away his grief, wondering how her small hand fit in his larger one so perfectly. Hands both so deceivingly powerful.
"Angel," Buffy spoke softly, "James and Lily's deaths, and Sirius' imprisonment, weren't your fault."
He looked up suddenly, eyes hardened with anguish. "Weren't they? Buffy, I'm a vampire. Remus and I were suspected to be the traitors because we were dark creatures. They kept us in the dark, even though they loved us. Just in case." His gaze pierced her heart, which broke for his pain. "They called me to babysit Harry sometimes. They trusted me with their son, their joy. But they couldn't be sure of trusting me with their lives. So they chose that little rat, Peter. I didn't know that at the time. It was still assumed that Sirius was the Secret Keeper; the logical choice. Sirius, Remus and I heard the news together; we were at Remus' flat. The WWN radio came on with an emergency alert. We were devastated. Sirius was the only one who could go. It had been a full moon that night, and we got the news just before sunset," he explained quickly. "So Sirius got on his motorbike and went to Godric's Hollow. Hagrid told me the next day that he was a mess; shaking, he was. I knew when Hagrid had Sirius' motorbike, he had dissappeared for a few days. Remus and I figured he had to grieve, so we let him go. The next we heard of him a few days later - he was facing Azkaban." His face was shining with silent tears.
Buffy tentatively pulled him into a hug. He clung to her. Both realized that they missed this desperately. And they also realized that they didn't want to miss out on it anymore.
As Buffy's and Angel's lips softly pressed against each others, all rational thought left their minds. All they knew was each other... and that was all they needed.
************************************************
Hermione sucked in a breath as she stared, captivated, by Draco's silvery eyes.
"Sorry," she murmered. As she bent to gather her fallen books from the floor, she was completely surprised when he bent first, "Here, let me help."
They both ended up reaching for her Arithmancy book; and a spark of electricity that they recognized from on the train ran through them both as their hands touched. He straightened, handing her books to her.
"Thank you... Draco."
She turned and began to walk down a corridor.
"Hey," Draco called. She turned around to see him staring at her with an amused expression alight on his face.
"Where ever are you going in such a hurry?"
Hermione's smile was mysterious.
"I don't suppose you'll ever know.
Unless of course, you follow me."
With that she turned and proceeded down the hall, hips swinging.
Draco swore. He tried waited a moment, then gave in.
He ran to catch up with her.
I'll write more.
My birthday is Friday the 13th of September!!!!!!!!!!!! Wish me a happy birthday by giving me reviews! :)
:) :) :)
i__i__i__i__ i (__i__i__i__i_ ) I I I___________I
Happy Birthday
Buffy Anne Summers
Just for future clarification:
Buffy - DADA Spike - DADA Willow - Potions Tara - Transfiguration Xander - Care of Magical Creatures Anya - History of Magic
Cordelia - Divination Angel - DADA Fred - Arithmancy Gunn - Muggle Studies Wesley - Astronomy